That good ol' ass-kicked feeling.
Henceforth, this post shall also be known as the good the bad and the fishy.
The good:
Saw Pirates of the Caribean (sp?) 2 last night with my wonderful wife Sid. Thoroughly enjoyed it. (This also is The Fishy... those of you who have seen it will understand, those who haven't.... go see, enjoy.)
Written two poems in the last few weeks. Happy with both, they will be appearing in Searching For A Seed.
Photo editing done to date is making me very happy. I am largely pleased with the results.
Bannister is slowly shedding it's paint under the carefull attention of a very dedicated Sid.
Music is going well for Erotic Duty
Chapter 1 rewrites for Puppetrice seem to have fixed it nicely.
The Bad:
Despite all of this I find myself in a funk. I shouldn't be... I pride myself on being able to control my emotions better than this, to find the positive and remain confidant. But every now and then even I slip up. There is so much I want to do and so little time. I'll try not to dwell on this point because I know everyone has been here and will be here at some point... but I'm feeling overwhelmed and a little ignored. Now mind you, not personally my friends and family are very attentive and Sid is the best wife a man could ask for. it's the not having an audience for my work that's driving me nuts.... and I know that's something I can control, but emotions are what they are.
I know that normally after a little while I become very grateful for these moments as they stretch me and force me to grow and to focus. A book called Care for The Soul talks about the value of Saturnine moments like these as they are a vital part of the growth cycle.
Even in writing this I wonder why I'm posting it, it goes against the grain. But to a certain degree I feel that I need to for the sake of the moment.